8-7s. 1 O THOU God who hearest prayer, All shall come to thee that live: Sins too great for us to bear Thou wilt pity and forgive. Great, O God, thy saving grace, Wonderful thy truth is found: Hope of earth's extremest race, Hope of ocean's utmost bound.
2 God of goodness, from thy store Earth receives the wealthy rain; Thy full channels gushing o'er Raise for man the springing grain. Earth, by thy soft dews prepared, Fills her furrows, smooths her soil; And her crops with rich reward Bless the labourer's happy toil.
3 With thy gifts the year is crowned; Clouds, thy chariots, from on high Scatter o'er the desert ground Drops of fatness, as they fly. Gladness girds the mountain height, Fleecy meads with gladness ring: Vales, with gleaming harvest white, Shout-for gladness, shout and sing
